Date: Mon, 02 Aug 2004 06:32:45 -0400
From: T.K. Walters
Subject: All For Him, Chapter Three
ALL FOR HIM
By MKP
Chapter Three
That night, while I was in bed, Pete knocked on my door and came in. He had
a smile on his face, but didn't say anything. I knew what had happened the
night earlier, it came to me when he didn't sleep in my bed. He had sex
with Katie. I didn't really want details, though. I uncovered the right
side of the bed and he slipped in. I slept on the left, he slept on the
right. In the middle of the night I woke up to feel Pete snuggling up close
to me, his arm draped over my body; his legs were tight next to mine. He
snored softly in my ear, not enough for me to notice considerably but enough
if I strained my hearing. It was a cold night and the warmth coming from
him was tempting. I clutched his hand and closed mine around it. I went
back to sleep really quickly after that.
Saturday morning came and we got to sleep in late. Dad was at the gym
usually on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, and more often in the
mornings than any time else. Mom was home, but downstairs, not really
knowing what was going on behind my closed door. She probably wouldn't care
that we were sleeping together in the literal sense but still, the thought
that she could walk in scared me. The sun warmed the earth slightly around
us and I started to feel better than yesterday.
Pete was still holding on to me for warmth and I realized that the walls
must be cold. I've always kept my bed right on one of the walls but I never
sleep on that side though, so it never really bothered me. The quilt that
we bought the last time we were at Key West was wrapped tightly against
Pete. My hand was still holding on to his. Tempted, I kissed one of his
fingers. He sighed. His breathing was normal, so I knew he wasn't awake.
I guess from the movement, he stirred slightly from slumber. He moved in
closer to me and I felt his morning hardon pushing against my back. It was
curved up; it's heat directly on the small of my back. I realized that I
was in desperate need to take a piss so I gently let go of his hand and
placed it back onto the bed when I got away from him. He groaned, probably
from the lack of warmth. He had a guise of such innocence in his sleep, but
I erased the thought of his angelic face away when I recall the numerous
amounts of times that he had used the childlike face he holds to seduce me
into doing whatever he says. I brushed the hair away from his eyes and
placed my hand on his cheek, feeling his slightly chilly skin against my
warm hand. He created a sigh and then shifted slightly, following my hand
as it moved away from him as it was toured by my bladder to the bathroom.
I made it just in time, my piss wanting to break free from me in such
fierceness that it reverberated against the wall as an echo was created by
the sound of aircraft-like speed hitting a calm lake. Undressing never
seemed to be a chore for me before but now that I've spent most of my time
with Pete naked, then being fully clothed, if not just wearing boxers,
seemed to be quite unusual. I quickly shed my outer covering, a pair of
boxers that I stole from Pete when I was twelve and he was fourteen, and
turned on the shower. While I waited for the water heater to kick in, I
brushed my teeth. When the temperature got to the right point, I got into
the stall took the needed shower to cleanse myself.
I can't say I wasn't tempted into going for some alone time, but I knew that
if I did, my mind wouldn't be on the sessions that Pete and I have, so I
just changed the water a little colder and then came on squeaky clean. Hair
still slightly dripping, I came out of the room with my towel on and went to
my room to change. I closed the door behind me, softly since Pete was still
asleep. Dropping the towel, I got a pair of boxers from my dresser and put
them on. I picked up the towel and dried my hair before I went back into
bed, covering both of us by the quilt.
Pete instantaneously embraced me, settling his nose on my neck, as per
usual. I could tell he was awake since his morning hardon was pressing
against my back, and his breathing was must longer and controlled.
"Morning," he whispered into my ear. He took a deep breath and when he
exhaled the air tickled my neck. He let out a pleasured moan and said, "You
smell like my little brother."
"Do I?" I whispered back to him.
I guess to make sure, he breathed deeply, again. "Yes, like soap and my
little brother." His hand which was, at first, on my chest, moved down
until it was holding on to my dick. "You're not so little anymore, you know
that?"
Bringing his hand back up to my chest, I said, "Compared to you, I am." I
was enjoying the way we spoke to each other. It was quiet and held together
a shared secret that I would likely take to the grave if needed.
Pete's hand started to get frisky again, grasping my dick through the quilt
and my boxers. Then, he put his hand under the covers and fondled me,
cupping my balls. "We're the same, I think. You might have bigger balls
than I do, though." To prove his point, he shifted us around so he was
straddling my spread legs, his knees holding himself up, and placed one of
my hands on my balls and the other on his. "See? Look, yours are
definitely heavier. Good job, Kiddo. You have bigger balls!"
All this groping had turned both of us hard and I knew that I wanted some of
his dick in my hands. I had some of it, so I took the chance and pushed my
hand past the opening in his boxers. I fished out his dick, and he did the
same with mine; both were handing down on the slit in the cloth of the
undergarments we had on. His was about a third away from being fully hard
and I was already there, so I took hold of his hand and started to jerk
myself off. It started to hurt; jacking off dry was never something I
liked. Pete must've realized this because once I let go of his hand, he
spit some saliva onto his palm and resumed jacking me off; it felt great,
his saliva still warm and slick.
Once he had my dick throbbing, I placed my head onto his chest and he
supported both of us as I let my arms fall down to my sides and just take in
the sensations. My breathing was deep and I could tell I was moaning. The
silky feeling from his masturbation, combined with the past day of not
releasing, I got to my cumming point very quickly. I gasped for him to stop
and pushed my head away from his torso. Looking up at him, I said softly,
"I'm gonna cum."
Pete started to jack me off faster. "Just let go," he told me. And I did,
breaking the dam that was losing an already lost battle. Cum splattered us,
my chest and down to the tip of my dick and all over my not-fresh-any-longer
boxers; Pete's hand was covered in my cum and I watched as globules of white
cream slid down the hills his knuckles created. Panting for breath, I
collapsed on Pete's body again and made him hold me up while I came down
from euphoria. He slowly lay me down and pulled my dirty boxers off me. He
then proceeded to wipe me off with the use of the cloth and then laid down
next to me. When I reached for his dick, he stopped me. "I have to pee,"
he informed. "It'll hurt more than it'll feel good."
Letting go of the waning dick, I snuggled close to Pete and then had to let
him go because his piss was telling him what mine was telling me before:
`Get the fuck out of bed!' So he did. He didn't get back until thirty
minutes later, so I realized that he must've taken a shower. I was right
because when he came close, I could smell the soap on him. I touch his hand
and he turned to face me. I made like I was gonna take his dick, though I
couldn't from the direction he was facing, and he got what I wanted.
Getting back on the bed, he let me do to him what he did to me, spitting on
my hand and then jerking him off to climax.
Pete took much longer than I had, much, much longer since he was getting it
from somewhere else. I just tried to make it as good as I could; at least,
I wishing that he wouldn't dislike what I was doing. When he did finally
cum, it came in short loads, shooting only up to his bellybutton and then
fading off into dripping down his dickhead to his crotch. He was gasping as
much as I was. I didn't move until his dick became flaccid and that's when
I let it go. My used boxers were put to use again, wiping off the cum and
drying his dick. After that, we both got dressed and did our separate
duties.
__________
A few days passed and I started to accept the fact that Pete and I will
never become anything more than what we already have. During that time,
though, we had started a pattern with our little sessions. After school,
he'd come home, we'd do our homework and we'd end up naked in his room. Mom
and Dad wouldn't be home for a few minutes so we'd have sometime, but not a
lot, so we'd end up trying to bring each other off faster than trying to
make it better. At night, he would come into my room and we'd sleep
together, nothing more than that.
"It's stupid for you to go across the hall just to wake me up," Pete said.
On weekends, we'd never end up doing anything since Pete usually had a date.
Either, I'm already asleep when he comes home so he does it himself, or he
got laid. Usually, it was the latter. One night, though, after his fifth
date with Katie, he came home incredibly late, way passed his curfew and was
grounded for two weeks. I agreed with him that it was harsh but as long as
it kept him from Katie, I had no other problems with it. In fact, it gave
me time to be with him more.
Pete told me that he had had sex with Katie a while ago, like three weeks
ago, and that since then, he'd been incredibly turned on most of the time.
At first, Katie was a dick tease, but after a couple of words between him
and her, she agreed to have sex. Now, they have it almost anytime they can,
but since he was grounded, all he had was me. And I told him that one day.
"Aw, Kiddo, don't think of it like that. I like being with you too. Shit,
sometimes I'd want to do something and more often than not you don't."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked with a confused tone. "I
want to do something but you're always fucking around with Katie. What the
fuck do you think I do?" Pete chuckled at me. I laughed, too. Even in my
greatest anger, when I cuss, I don't really do it that well since I get all
flustered by the words. Pete does it quite fluidly and it comes naturally,
but me, I force it out.
Pete grabbed me by my neck and pulled me close to him. We were in my
bedroom just about to settle in for the night when he brought about this
conversation. It seemed as though he was thinking about it when Pete said,
"Well, you should've said something. Here I thought my jack off buddy was a
dick tease." He mussed my hair to show his sarcasm.
I smiled and said, "I just thought you didn't want anything anymore."
"God, you're so insecure." Pete said it with nothing but worry in his
voice. "Look, I chose you already. Katie's great but she'll never have
what we have, okay? So, if you want something, ask for it. Don't just sit
there and think I'll always take the wheel." His voice changed from
seriousness to silliness when he said, "Now, I'm taking the wheel. I want
to do something tonight, `kay?"
I nodded and we got on the bed. He started to take off my clothes. When we
were both naked, he pushed me onto my back and started to rub my dick to
harden it. Not more than a few seconds passed until I was up and ready for
it and he knew that. He jacked me off slowly at first, just trying to get
the right feeling of it before he stopped and held onto my balls, pulling
them away from my body.
"Pete? I want something," I told him. I gathered courage and let out a
sigh.
"Yeah? What do you want?"
"Did you and Kevin ever . . . you know, um, give each other . . . um," I
hesitated.
"Did we ever . . .?" he asked, his voice conveying that he knew exactly what
I was saying. He just wanted me to say it.
"Um, have you ever given a blow job before?"
Pete chuckled before he rolled with laughter. Without warning, he started
to tickle me and I rolled into a ball. "I was wondering," he started after
he stopped tickling me, "when you were gonna ask."
"You mean you have?" I asked. We got into the same position as we always
do. Pete was on his back with his head on a pillow, and me on his left
using his chest as a pillow.
"Mm-hmm," he said, not really embarrassed by the question. "Yeah, you ever
have one before?"
I shook my head. "Nope, never did."
"Really? I always thought that you and Jake . . ."
"Jake?!" I asked, completely taken aback. I picked my head up and gave him
an appalled look. "What makes you think Jake and I have even . . . you
know."
"No," he said coyly, "I don't know. Anyway, it's not like he's ugly or
anything. He's a pretty good looking guy."
I agreed with him but didn't say anything about that subject anymore.
Instead I asked him, "Pete? Would you want one?"
"Want what?" he asked. Apparently he had forgotten the question that
started this conversation.
"Do you want a blow job?" I put my best innocent eyes to bait him into it.
"Where did my shy little brother go?" he asked himself.
I moved away from his chest and got between his legs. Pete had gotten soft
during our conversation and the small tickle fright he gave me. It took a
few seconds for me to bring him an erection. His dick towered up from the
view I had; my face was just inches away. Fright entered me but the thrill
of trying to do something so intimate compelled me to try it. I held him by
the base and aimed the head toward my mouth.
"Slowly," Pete started, "don't use your teeth. Take only what you can."
My lips closed around where the head met the thousands of nerve endings.
With my tongue, I moistened the head and tasted the precum. I looked up and
saw that Pete was staring down at me, his eyes deep in concentration. I
pulled away and his dick made a pop. "Don't look at me!" I laughed.
Sympathetic and amused eyes flew my way before a pair of hands held me by my
ears and brought me back down to the dick. It was a strange feeling, having
a dick in my mouth. The hardness of the blood filled vessels contrasted
against the soft skin. It was incredibly warm, almost searing the roof of
my mouth. I shut my eyes since I felt his glare on me. I guess he must've
thought I didn't like it since my head started to pull off by itself.
"We don't have to do this," Pete said with complete sincerity. "I'm fine
with just jacking off, you know?"
I narrowed my eyes and bounded back down between his legs. This time I
tried to get more and more into my mouth, the throbbing dick spilling its
lubricant straight into my stomach. It touched the back of my throat and I
gagged slightly. Lightning fast, Pete's hands were on my ears. I slapped
them away and proceeded to move my head up and down his cock. He started to
moan, realizing that I was fine. I got used to the feeling of the tip
hitting the back of my throat and when I tried to go deeper, he was able to
slip passed my reflex and into me.
"Ugh!" he moaned as he grabbed my neck and pulled me closer to him. My face
buried itself into his crotch. My vision was blurred by the forest of blond
pubic hair. My sense of smell was intoxicated by his natural scent. I was
overrun with Pete's length when he took me off of him abruptly.
A little saliva was on my lips, which I wiped off with the back of my hand.
"What? Did I do something wrong?"
Pete didn't say anything; his body was tense with concentration. He was
trying to keep from cumming. I let him have his moment, slipping next to
him when he finally un-flexed.
"Let me do you," Pete told me. I spread my legs slightly to let him get in
between them. He was more seductive than I was. I was in a hurry to try
the actual act but the more experienced brother took his time. He started
by kissing where bare skin met the young hairs that surrounded my dick. His
tongue licked up and down the left side, touching my balls only every so
often. He did the same to the right.
I reached for my dick but Pete stopped me. He didn't say anything, but he
took hold of my wrist while he sucked on one of my balls. It was weird
seeing him do this to me, actually looking down at him while his mouth was
full of me. I realized why Pete had gotten off of the whole thing. There
was a certain dominative quality to having someone on you in such a private
spot. My dick looked huge in comparison to Pete's face, as it rested itself
on the left side of his face. His nose was buried right at the base of the
dick and my balls were still warmed up and pulled by his mouth.
Next, Pete moved to the base itself and licked the small hairs that started
to form just a few months ago. At some point, he was at the top of my dick,
his mouth poised to take it in and make me feel what he had felt. The
expectation itself was incredibly exciting but when his tongue touched the
slit on the head, I knew that I wouldn't last very long. He held my balls
in one hand, tugging slightly to keep them from enter my body. I had
deciphered a while ago that when they began to hide into the body, it meant
that the person was soon to be cumming.
When Pete finally took me inside his mouth, it didn't take more than two
minutes for me to explode in his mouth, my cum volleying his mouth and
coating his throat. He never pulled his head off; instead he just swallowed
and swallowed. My first time getting a blowjob and the amount I sprayed
surpassed the amount that we've shared the past week. My vision was no
more, due to my closed eyes. My voice was dead. But I had heard Pete's
suckling gently. It had stopped when I felt my soften dick fall onto my
thigh. The bed shifted and Pete was at my side. His warmth was at my ear.
"You can open your eyes now," Pete said. His hand was on my flat stomach,
rubbing the warm sensations that were centered there throughout my entire
body.
I breathed, trying to control all the emotions that I had in me into one
giant ball. I felt pure, unadulterated affection to Pete, and it was hard
to keep that contained in that inner cage that I named Sanctus Sanctorum.
It was my true self; it was the place where my mind could not enter but
where my heart to be transient in either planes of existence.
As it turned out, I couldn't bring myself to finish him off the same way he
did me so I ended up just pleasuring him with my hand. He didn't mind. He
finished in an ephemeral climax.
__________
Two months passed and soon we were beginning our rite of passage: an end of
the year party to celebrate the end of school. We hadn't been as intimate
with each other these past months and because of the fact that Katie was an
official girlfriend who puts out, I haven't been getting much action on the
Pete front. We haven't even touched each other since he sucked me off. I
don't know whether that was due to him or to the demons I face every time I
see them kissing.
The party had been planned about a month ago. Guests were invited ranging
from family, friends, family friends, friends of the parents, and friends of
the friends of the parents. Yup, it would be another open bar where many
people can talk business and drink to their content. It was a given fact
that this party was just a disguise for that little reason. The party was
never actually for Pete and I but just a place where my parents can meet
other people. Plus, it introduced us into correct society, if there is such
a phrase.
Yay, it's gonna be fun.
__________
The night was almost over, and people began to leave. The party was, all in
all, dull and uneventful. Even Pete, who usually would slip me some
champagne since it was "supposed" to be a party for both of us, stayed as
far away from me as possible. I did manage to connect eyes with him,
though, and he gave me a sneaky grin. Dad discretely turned his eyes away
when Pete took two glasses of bubbly from the bartender-a brunette with a
killer smile and glimmer in his eyes-and ran up the stairs with Katie. I
sighed and knew there was absolutely there was nothing I could do. Katie
was here to stay.
Back to the party. As I said there were many people beginning to put away
glasses and start for the door, seeing as it was getting quite late. It was
already thirty minutes since Pete and Katie went upstairs. I sat outside at
the patio table overlooking the covered pool and began to loosen my tie. It
began to choke me three hours ago but I was also told not to mess with it
since I was a child. The spring night began to tingle up my fingertips when
Dad came walking from the party with two glasses of liquor toward my
direction.
Without saying a word, he sat down next to me. I didn't know if he knew I
was there or not, but when touched my arm with the tip of the glass, I knew
I was noticed. "You know," he started, "it's been two years since I've
given someone I love a drink." He placed the glass in my hand. I looked at
him funny, and then he spoke again. "That wasn't your mother, of course,"
he corrected.
I smiled and looked down at the drink. From the way it smelled and its
color, I was ascertained that it was vodka.
Dad chuckled, "It was the only thing I could get passed your mother." His
tone changed and he became more serious. "Your brother was the last one I
handed a drink to. You're the last person that I think I will ever give
this speech to. What you're holding now is responsibility."
He tapped my glass.
"Metaphor?" I asked.
"Yes," he said taking a sip from his glass. "Don't interrupt me. It's
responsibility," he repeated. "You might think that I don't realize what's
going on upstairs. You might think I'm blind or clueless when it comes to
you and Pete. But I'm not. I can almost say I'm certain that Pete is
having sex with Katie right now."
I didn't have time to take in his bluntness. Instead, I just cleared my
throat and understood where Pete gets his from.
"Listen, Nick, your mother might be a tad overprotective but you know how I
am. You're old enough to understand what I'm about to say. Take a sip,
slowly."
I looked down at the almost water-like substance. When it touched my lips,
I took a medium gulp. Shit, that was a mistake! It burned like hell on the
way down.
"See? It hurts, doesn't it?" He took the same amount in. "Responsibility
hurts sometimes and sometimes I know that going the different way is much
easier. But it's worth it, isn't it?" He was right. The only thing
alcohol I've ever tried was wines, and finally getting a taste of hard
liquor fulfilled at least one of my to-do entries. "I trust your brother to
make his own mistakes, same as you. He knows what'll happen if he doesn't
use a condom when he has sex. He knows what'll happen if he drinks too
much. He knows what'll happen if he does drugs. I've let you boys out on a
long chain and I've barely ever tugged on it. Too much discipline is bad
for a child." His voice seemed to resonate with personal experience. I
wouldn't know. I barely know grandfather and grandmother-Dad's side.
"Anyways, like I said, responsibility is hard sometimes and yet, mistakes
are probably the best lesson that you'll learn. But those three things I
said earlier, remember them. Those mistakes I don't want you having. Treat
them like that drink. Like responsibility that you have to learn." He
finished his last gulp and stood up. "You're a smart kid." He smiled, his
tone changing, again. "Finish your drink and go to bed. The people are
already gone. Congratulations, you've just been given the Talk."
Playfully, he punched my shoulder with the lightest touch.
"I don't think I have to explain what sex is, do I?"
"No, I get it," I told him.
He patted my shoulder and after a second or two, he left.
Staring down at my drink, I began to replay what had just happened. I was
grateful for Pete. He helped me with a lot of things. To think, because of
that same speech, Pete ended up like he is. Will I end up like that too?
__________
I was in bed for about three hours after the Caterers and the Help left.
Mom and Dad already had gone to bed. I stared out my window, just thinking
about why Pete kept avoiding me and Dad's speech. I heard the door next to
mine open and a scratching sound on my door. Pete's fingernail was doing
the dragging. I smiled and threw the covers off of me and ran to the door.
I opened the barrier and saw no one and nothing. Okay, mistake number one.
The light at the stairwell was on. Bounding down the steps, I heard another
door. Drawing room light was on, too. Biting my lip, I grabbed a walking
stick from the umbrella stand near the front door. Picking it up as a
weapon, I walked into the foyer and saw Pete in the drawing room. I had
dropped my weapon and started toward him only to stop as I was greeted with
a vision.
Across a long white hallway, a doorway into the drawing room was given.
Pete had shut the lights and everything went dark, the only shimmers that
illuminated Pete were the brief headlights from cars that came and went from
across the street. His clothing was strewn all over the floor, yet he kept
nothing on but his bluish-gray boxer briefs.
>From this angle, his right half was hidden behind the white walls and his
left half was still in view. Hooking his fingers on his briefs, he pulled
them slightly below his butt and let them fall down to the floor in an
excruciatingly slow manner. Again, he turned to me and I froze. He looked
amazing. The alternating flashes of light and dark played with his body and
he took total advantage of it. In one image, his left hand was on his neck.
Pitch black.
The second image, his hand had moved to down to stomach. I didn't see
anything, just images in my mind that I tried to recall about his body. The
way his arm was placed, it looked like he was just directly over his crotch.
Pitch black.
Pete's hand was now on his thigh, moving up and down, his fingers taunt
which indicated he was dragging his nails on the sensitive skin.
Again, darkness consumed the room.
This time it was my turn to be at a different place. In the darkness, I
transported next to him. His gasp filled my ears with an erotic tingle.
His breathing was hard. Mine was, too. As I stood right beside him, his
body heat told me that he was incredibly turned on, as was I. My mind
screamed, informing me that he was drunk and this shouldn't be happening
like this. Yet it was. My hand did not listen to my mind and I was soon
touching his arm in complete darkness. The small peach fuzz was on end. I
pushed him away from the wall and took his place.
Light filled the room for a few seconds and I was able to see him more
clearly. He still had his back at me and I wanted it that way. His tanned
skin looked marvelous against the white wall across from us. I wrapped my
hands around him, embracing him. My head lay down on his neck. His head
turned and he breathed. Again, I noticed the whiskey on his breath. I
placed my right hand on his neck and pushed him back, lifting his head and
kissing his neck. My left hand moved down his torso and to the forest of
neatly trimmed, soft blond hair dressing his radiating cock.
Suddenly, he spun around and nailed me to the walls. His breath was raspy.
Chest to chest, he stared down at me, smoothed my hair, and said, "I'm sorry
I left you alone. Dad give you his speech?" Before I could say anything,
he sank his head onto my neck, and again, his stubble scratched me. His
focus was directly on my neck, something he's never done before. Usually,
everything we did was centered on the pivotal orgasm; this time he was
relishing in what he was doing to me.
"Mm-hmm," I mumbled. He caused me to melt directly on his hot tongue. I
regained my composure, told myself that I didn't want a kiss like this, and
pushed him off. I bit my lip and said, "We can't do this. Sober up," I
told him.
Pete took my shirt and pulled it off. I let him but surreptitiously did not
want to. "Sure, we can do this. Look, we're doing it now," he said when he
slipped his hand through the flap in my boxers. He grasped me before I
could say anything, but then again, after that, I didn't want to say
anything. I wanted to let him do what he wanted. I wanted him to take me.
I wanted . . .
I've learned a lot from the Internet the past few weeks and got quite
educated on gay sex. I wished for him to do things to me that I would never
speak aloud. I wanted him to . . .
"Come on," Pete said. He batted his eyes and then said, "You know you want
to." His hands moved to my face and his placed his thumb on my bottom lip
and dipped it slightly into my mouth.
My tongue touched it for the briefest second before I turned my head away
and said, "Not like this." I picked up my clothes and ran upstairs. I
closed my bedroom door and heard Pete close his. This was not going very
well.
__________
The first morning of summer break was bleak. Dawn never broke and a storm
came up. Dark skies formed over a gray surreal reality. Had I really done
what I did last night? Does he even remember? Why does he do this to me?
Why did he ever start this shit? I hate him for it; I do. It was midday
and I still stared at the TV-the infomercials, TV shows, movies, and
commercials blended together to make a perplexing sight.
"Nick?" Dad called from out my door. He knocked but knew not to come in
unless I said he could.
"Yeah, Dad?" I tried to sound more than melancholy.
"Is something wrong? Can I come in?"
I checked my room and saw nothing incriminating and threw the covers over my
lap and said, "Yeah, come on in."
He appeared in my room a second later and with empathic eyes he said,
"Something's wrong. Was it our talk last night? Did you get a hang-over?"
I feigned a smile and said, "No, I'm fine. It's nothing; just a really bad
morning."
Dad's eyes showed that he didn't believe me and I knew that my expression
faltered slightly under his gaze. I wanted to tell him. I wanted to share
with him what I felt. It was extremely lonely to come to terms with your
sexuality and it hurts that I can't even share it with my family. I told
Pete before but that was different. I don't think he even listened to what
I said.
"Seriously, I'm fine," I said with conviction.
Dad sighed and left the room with nothing left to say. I stayed where I was
and let the day pass without even leaving my room.
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Monday afternoon and Mom and Dad were at work. I don't know where Pete was
and at that moment, I didn't really care. I enjoyed the time I had to
myself. Nights upon nights I kept tossing in bed wondering why I cared for
someone who didn't seem to care for me the same way. I renewed my vow and
stuck to it. I haven't even been in Pete's room in the past week.
Midday, the weather was warm; summer soon came. I stared out the window.
The trees were in a silhouette in front of the sun and the sky was blue.
When I noticed the pool, I realized that we never did have the time to
uncover it yet. Well, at least it's something to do.
Outside, I plucked off the cover of the in-ground, Olympic-sized swimming
pool and went into the pool house to set up the machinery to clean and
sanitize the pool. After that, I went back inside to wait for a nice swim
to come up.
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To Be Continued
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